Grant slammed into her pussy, one violent jab after another, bringing the hot housewife beneath him swiftly to the edge of her orgasm. He racked his hips, scraping his prick inside her spastic pussy, his cockhead whacking at her pulsing wet walls.
Joanne lunged her pussy into his frame, her clit taking a beating against his hairy groin. Her legs encircled his body, drawing his cock deeper with each plunge of his hips. She matched his hard short jabs with powerful lunges of her own, her mind teetering at the edge of insanity, her pussy and body hanging at the edge of her orgasm. She was ready to cum at any given moment!
"Fuck me, you bastard! You fucking bastard!" she screamed, for all the world to hear. "Fuck meeeee!" she became an animal, jerking and tossing beneath his drilling cock as her cunt swelled, ready to explode.
"Bitch!" he snarled, his cock getting tight in her gripping, overstuffed cunt. His prick grew thicker as it filled with jism. He whacked her with his prick, slamming her back into the grass. His balls tightened, then erupted, sending a jet stream of white hot jism through his prick and into her sporadic pussy, drenching it with gob after gob of his gooey cum.
The splattering of his jism in her pussy triggered her orgasm. She was catapulted over the edge, jerking and churning her pussy as her climax took control and ravaged her.
"I'm cominggg!" she shouted, her loud voice piercing the morning air. "Jesus fucking Christ!" she became wild, uncontrollable, twisting and convulsing under his erupting dick, her cunt gushing out the hot cream, greasing his pounding cock in her hot oily juice.
"Uhhhnnnn!" Grant growled, falling on top of her, crushing her bouncing tits beneath his chest. Her cunt was like a pulsing sponge, sucking on and around his cock, sucking up the cum as fast as it spurted out from his piss slot.
Joanne wrapped her arms around his broad back as he came down on top of her and scraped her tender tits against his shirt. The roughness of the material sent a myriad of erotic sensations to her fuzzy over stimulated brain.
"Unnnnn! Harder! Harder!" she ranted, urging him to bury her in the grassy knoll. "Harder!" She drove her pussy up at him, her powerful hip swiveling action taking them both a step closer to the end and its misty world of gray numbness.
He plunged his squirting cock into her, ramming harder with each jab. She was like a machine, taking everything he had. Every muscle in his body coiled tight for the final assault on her hot trembling body.
"Bitch! Bitch!" he growled, with each jab of his cock.
"Yes! Yes! Like that!" she answered with an upward thrust of her own. She began shaking uncontrollably, her ass coming off the ground, her hips gyrating in a almost unbelievable positions.
"Agggnnnnhhhh!" she shrieked then dropped back on the grass and began twitching as her climax released her, allowing her to drift into the warm afterglow of her first adulterous fuck.
Grant stabbed her one last time, his prick finally empty. He collapsed on top of her, both gasping, for air.
"Jesus Christ," he groaned, rolling off her sweaty fucked-out body. "You're a wildcat."
With her senses returning to normal, Joanne remembered the detective. A shivery sigh escaped her parted lips. "You're not so bad yourself." It would certainly make for some interesting discussions with her husband. She could just see his face as he looked through what she hoped were good clear pictures.
Although she enjoyed this immensely, the main idea of this adulterous deed was to pay Brad back for not trusting her. She stood up and retrieved her dress, always mindful of the detective and his camera.
"I'm starved," Grant said, standing up and fixing his pants. "Fucking you, gave me a helleva appetite."
Joanne laughed. "Me too. I'm famished." She slipped the dress over her head and adjusted the clinging material to her sated body. "Suppose we eat, then go to your place for the rest of the day?" She took his arm and they walked down the small hill together, heading for her car.
"I couldn't have said it better." He squeezed her arms. "This is certainly going to be a day to remember."
"It certainly is," Joanne said, slipping into the driver's seat. "It certainly is!"
CHAPTER TWO
Joanne rolled lazily over on her back and stretched, knocking the silk sheets off her tits. She blinked, enjoying the warm rays of the sun streaming in through the side windows of the bedroom, warming her tittie flesh. Throwing back the pink sheets, she climbed out of the bed, remembering yesterday and the exquisite pleasure she had enjoyed with Grant and his perpetual hard-on. She shivered, the memory of the detective and her despicable husband still fresh in her mind.
She padded barefoot to the front window, moved the drapes aside, and peered out. She spotted him down the opposite end of the street this time. She grinned, wondering who he fucked last night. Any man who had watched the things she had done to Grant's cock would have had a sleepless night without a pussy to quiet his passion.
"Who did you fuck?" she said aloud, enjoying her one-way conversation, her interest slightly more than casual. "Was she good?"
She blew the detective a kiss and giggled. As she went into the bathroom and ran the shower, her only thought was, who will I fuck today? She stepped inside the shower stall, letting the warm water rinse away the last traces of sleep.
Thirty minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom, refreshed, dried, and ready to go. Still naked, she stood by the window to see if her newly acquired shadow was still parked. He was, only now his car was almost directly across the street. She could see him peering up at her window and she decided to give him a show.
Pulling back the drapes of the front window overlooking the street, she stood, for a full minute, allowing the detective an unabashed view of her naked body. "Enjoy it," she said, then stepped away, not wanting to turn on the entire neighborhood.
She pulled on a pair of short purple jogging trunks made out of soft terry. They fit snug, her ass cheeks peeking deliciously out and the crotch tight against her pussy lips, the indentation between her lips a hot welcome sight at the end of her long legs.
She pulled a matching terry top over her head, the material clinging to her overripe tits. She nodded to herself in the mirror, satisfied with her appearance. Her green eyes danced and her make-up was done just right, highlighting all of her sensuous features. It was going to be a hot day and she was prepared for it!
After coffee and toast, Joanne walked outside into the warm morning air and climbed into her car. "Let's see what we can do for you today, Mr. Detective." She slammed the door and started the motor, anxious to begin a new day of adventure and adultery.
Toying with the detective, she burned rubber backing out of the driveway as if she were going to pull away in a blur. Instead, she laughed and eased it into drive and coasted past the detective's car while looking in. She got a good look before he turn his head. "Maybe I'll fuck you," she mouthed, giving the car some gas as she reached the corner and turned. "Then, what will you tell my husband?" she laughed and headed down the empty street, wondering where she would find her mystery cock for the day.
She looked at the gauge, seeing the gas tank was almost empty. Up ahead was the service station that she and Brad always used. A smile brightened her face. Earl, the mechanic, is always giving me the eye. Why not?
Tingling with excitement, remembering Earl's rugged appearance, Joanne gunned the motor, speeding, then hitting the brake, she screeched into the empty garage, her tires squealing in protest. She skidded to a stop, climbed out of her car, and looked around. "Anybody here?" she called.
She walked to the opened garage door and peered outside, making sure the detective didn't miss her and to see if Earl was around or anyone else for that matter. She saw the now-familiar car of the detective across the wide street, the private eye waiting, his motor running. It warmed her heart to know she was going to have an audience again, an audience she enjoyed playing to. She turned, just as Earl came up behind her. "Ooooh, you startled me."